You Were Once The Sun.

This morning, I spotted you once again. I found you from a random update of the event you’re joining. You still wore that beautiful white denim jacket I once wrote a poetry about, but with an additional glasses I never thought you’ll look pretty with. There were plenty of people gathered, but I was sure it was you my eyes focused on.

You still got that serious look I’ve always adored and you still own that strong charisma. From the way you look, to the way you move. Somehow, you’re still the one made my heart shift. You still got everything I adored which I’m sure I’ll never stop doing.

You’re still perfectly picturing The Sun. Bright and warm, lighting the places wherever you are. You’re still burning; hotter and merrier. I barely can feel your flame within the distant.

You were once The Sun, and I hope you’ll always shine and burn wherever you are.